Dawn broke red over Ithaca,
where Penelope woke...

I have a cat who lives
between my ears, who...

Opaqueness
is an illusion that allows...

Quick, grab the torch
and light a larger fire...

Last week I slept
in a cabin in the woods, hugging...

My cat is
my little striped shadow...

The branches crack the
blue egg of the sky, strike...

Cats are the girls who stir their coffee
with a tiny straw and a flick of the tongue, who...

This is what she would have thought,
had she thought at all, with her sea...

To begin,
we slip off our rings...

Josie Gerbil wobbled woozily,
sloshed silly again on rotten rodent rum...

Thunder clouds, coffee brown
roll and rumble over town...